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[No Title Yet] Neville/OC Love Story	By : kgros004 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1150 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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His lips grazed hers, enough to cause a shiver to ricochet down her spine. It was a tease, a rouse. Enough to excite her usually even-tempered spirit and leave her wanting more. His lips had the rough, uneven skin of a man and his lingering breath was a mix of draught and mint.

“We simply... can't do this... you know--” but he interrupted her breathy whisper with a nuzzling of the hollow of her slender neck. The drafty smell of the potions closet filled her nose and reminded her of the possibility of getting caught. She wasn't even sure how she ended up in here in the first place, with his arms pressing into the cabinets next to her face. Handles pressed into the skin of her back. That stare piercing into her heart and soul.

Slowly, he took his hand and slid it under her crisp, ironed shirt, untucking it from her pleated shirt. She gasped as the coolness of his hand caressed her warm, flushed skin. The hand slid dangerously higher as his grinning face crept nearer to her nervous one. He parted his –

“Aurelia!” It was a sneering male voice; not the one that she was expecting to tenderly whisper her name.

“Aurelia! I would continue to utter your name, but I fear some of your classmates might feel slighted. If you could please stop your obvious daydreaming!” Snape sneered through his greasy bangs. Aurelia's already flushed cheeks turned a deeper shade of crimson, contrasting with her porcelain complexion. It was difficult to pay attention to a lecture on the uses of shrivelfig when the object of her daydream sat three seats in front of her. Through their years at Hogwarts, Aurelia had pined for the young wizard.

Aurelia shook her head, pushed her large glasses back up her short nose and stared back down at her potion's notes.

Fate had paired them together during that exciting first ride on the Hogwarts Express. As the train pulled away from Platform 9 ¾, Aurelia stared out the window at hundreds of witches and wizards as they waved and blew kisses at their sons and daughters. A tear hovered in the corner of her eye, yearning for her parents to be among them. Aurelia had been born to non-magical parents. Her mother, a squib named Avalina, was the daughter of Egeria and Claudius Denshaw, both graduates of Hogwarts and excellent wizards. Her father, Martin, was a muggle who worked as a butcher in his very own shop down the street. When Aurelia received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, her mother could not have been more proud. She had worried that the magic in her family had ended with her. Her father, who had since been introduced to the secret world of witches and wizards was equally proud to see his wife's deepest desires come true. Unfortunately for Aurelia, because of her parent's non-magical traits, they were unable to accompany her on her trip to the platform and instead said their tearful good-bye from the space between Platform 9 and Platform 10 as students pushing carts of luggage whizzed past. Sitting on the train, Aurelia wondered what it must be like to have magical parents. She was glad to have the car to herself. She didn't want to have to explain the sombre look in her eyes while most students were jubilant and running car to car sharing stories and jokes.

“Hullo? M-m-miss?” said a nervous voice. Aurelia looked up from her reverie. Her swimming, golden eyes locked with his timid, dark eyes. For a second, she felt her heart speed up a few beats and then slow back down.

It must be nerves, she thought, I need to relax. He's just a person.

“A toad? Have you seen one? I've lost mine,” he said forlornly.

“I'm afraid I haven't. I'll let you know if I see him, though,” and then remembering her manners added, “I'm Aurelia, by the way. Aurelia Gossens.”

“I-I'm Neville Longbottom. And thanks,” he uttered as he hastened to the next car, repeating his inquiries.

Longbottom? Why does that name sound familiar?

Four years later, Aurelia remembered the way her round eyes widened when it hit her. Although she lived in the muggle world, her mother received the Daily Prophet and often explained it's contents to Aurelia. She remembered seeing that Longbottom's parents had been murdered by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. It was times like these Aurelia was grateful that her parents were not involved in the magical world. There were enough dangers in the world for her to be worried about dark magic and misspoken spells.

As the train approached Hogwarts Castle, Aurelia's eyes went wide with delight. Spires curled up into the dazzling night sky like wisps of smoke spreading from a fire. The castle had hundreds—no thousands of windows, and it seemed that all of them were ablaze. A glassy lake stood between her and her future. Quickly, she gathered her new robes about her and strode out into the night. Students bustled all along the train. Older students were gathering in carriages as a large, booming man yelled for the first year students to follow him. Aurelia watched as students who knew each other formed small bunches and talked together in hushed, confidential whispers. She felt so alone. From the corner of her eye, she saw Neville standing in the back, looking as if he were fascinated by something on the ground by his feet. Aurelia swallowed hard and took a few cautious steps towards him. He didn't seem to notice or look up. She gained a few more inches of closeness as the students filled the small boats floating on the edge of the lake. Breathing a sigh of relief, Aurelia sat across from Neville in one of the wooden vessels. The other students in their boat shared in glee as the boats magically launched and began their journey towards the castle. For some reason, she felt that she and Neville could be good friends, and she hoped to meet several people like that during her stay at Hogwarts.

She's pretty. Neville's inner monologue sighed.

Although already a stunningly nervous person, Neville's tensions tripled when he got to her car. Aurelia reminded him of some of the pure-blooded witches of old. Her dominating feature was her delicately small size. She couldn't have stood no more than a meter and a half in height and had a thin, gossamer frame. Like freshly fallen snow, her pale skin glistened and shone. Her face was perfectly round, matching her small round, red mouth and round golden eyes. Dark eyebrows gave her a constant look of worry. Aurelia's hair was the only aspect of her that was outspoken. In a mousy brown, it's fuzzy curls spun out from her scalp forming a cottony, darling puff. She was still wearing her regular clothing of worn jeans and a white, wispy blouse and showed her only physical flaw... a dark heart shaped mole at the base of her throat.

He had to run away before she caught on that he was staring. When they arrived at Hogwarts, he was surprised that he found himself gazing at her instead of the majesty of the castle. In her witch's robes, Aurelia turned into something of beauty. The black flowing fabric only enhanced the pallor of her skin. Neville felt his palms turn moist as she stepped nearer to him at the lake's edge. She smelled of rosewater and linen. His heart sped up a few beats. He almost wished she would get on another boat so the pressure on his lungs would release and he could breathe. Sitting in the boat, Neville looked up and saw those round, gooey eyes staring back at him. He was glad that the darkness of the night hid his blush. He was glad when they were separated on the other side of the lake.

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Aurelia felt a tug on her robe sleeve as she exited the boat. Hogwarts loomed above her. The group of girls who had accompanied she and Neville on the boat. Aurelia was sure that the combination of excitement and nervousness in their eyes mirrored there own. She easily fell into conversation with them as they entered the large iron doors. A warm glow surrounded her from the light of so many candles. Even the students used to the luxuries of magic were in awe of the suspended candles and the moving portraits. Two of the older students led Hogwart's newest additions up a large staircase and left them to wait. The students sat in stillness, in awe of what would happen to them next. A familiar sound broke the silence. Croooaaaak. A small toad leapt in front of them. Neville quickly burst forward, claiming the toad as his own. A small tuffle ensued up from between he and a blond, icy eyed boy, but Aurelia was to engrossed in the sheer beauty of the front entrance to notice, but her ogling was short lived. She was now face to face with the first professor she was to meet at Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall was an elderly witch whose face was etched with the wisdom and tensions of many years of work. Her robes billowed around her in beautiful emerald green and brown, reminding Aurelia of her favorite gnarled tree in the park by her home. McGonagall instructed the students to follow her to the Great Hall. The mass of students walked through a maze of hallways. Some seemed to stretch into infinity while other ended in dead ends. They went through doorways taller than Aurelia's home and others that taller students had to duck through. Finally, she stopped before a beautiful set of arched doors and the noise of hundreds of students talking could be heard. Aurelia felt her stomach drop. If what her mother had told her was correct, this would be when they'd be sorted into their houses in front of all of Hogwarts. Aurelia had always been shy and was nervous about what her reaction might be, especially since her knowledge of the different houses was so small, except that her grandparents had both been Ravenclaws.

With a loud groan and the hushing of hundreds of students, the great doors opened and Aurelia heard the gasps from the front of the room before she saw the room for herself. It was magnificent. The ceiling was so far above her that she couldn't see it. Four long tables sat on the floor of the room filled with students in their robes, emblazoned with the crest of their House. A ornate golden table sat on a dais at the front of the room. Witches and wizards whom she assumed to be professors sat along it, sipping for gem encrusted chalices. The man in the center had a long winding beard and robes of purple and silver. His eyes were filled with age, wisdom, and kindness. His crease of a mouth smiled as the students were ushered forward. One of the girls from the boat whispered, “Oh! That's Dumbledore! He's the headmaster. He was the headmaster when my mother went here.” Aurelia's breath caught in her throat thinking of her mother and father and this part of her life that they wouldn't share. The wizened old man gingerly stood up from his chair and put up a wrinkled hand to signify that he would have silence.

After a warm welcome and an explanation of the sorting, he returned to his seat, eyes glittering. McGonagall and another student carried a worn, wooden stool and placed in on the dais. McGonagall had a wrinkly, old witch's hat in her other hand. She held a large piece of parchment out in front of her and called out the first name.

“Hermione Granger!”

Aurelia watched as Hermione nervously sat on the stool and the hat was placed upon her head. To the surprise of many, the hate came to life and spoke, though none could here what it had to say until it yelled with a booming voice, “GRYFFINDOR!” Hermione took out a sign of relief as the table decorated in red and gold clapped and cheered. Several more minutes went by and more students got sorted into their respected Houses. When Neville went up to the hat, Aurelia realized how deeply she wished they would get into the same House, even though it made no sense. She had only known him for a few hours. What did he mean to her? It wasn't as if Neville was as handsome as some of the childhood crushes she fostered. He was rather short, and had a heavier frame. His hair was an unattractive shade of brown and his face had a bit of an unintelligent stare. Something about him made her curious, though. Something her eleven year old mind couldn't fathom.

“Aurelia Gossens!” Aurelia's entire body tensed up. As if by a force other than her own will, her legs pushed her up onto the dais and onto the stool. The hat was put onto her head and suddenly a deep voice filled her head like a radio.

“A Denshaw? I was wondering when I'd meet another. Typically your family is a family of Ravenclaw. Full of cunning and intelligence, but you are rather different, aren't you? You seem to have a heart bigger than the biggest mind. You need practice on your magic, but I know you'll use it well...” Aurelia desperately wished to be a Gryffindor and fill the empty space beside Neville.

“HUFFLEPUFF!” A table of yellow and black erupted in applause. Tears flooded Aurelia's eyes. She blinked them away and nobly sat with her peers. The feast continued as expected.
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